Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.